A monumentous occassion has just occurred this pre-summer’s eve of June 11, 2007! Nothing worth alerting the local papers mind you, but pretty damn special for 4 or 5 of us (depending on who you ask).

You see, about 30 minutes or so ago I ate dinner (prolly more like 45 by the time I finish writing and re-writing this post). On the surface, it wasn’t any more eventful than any evening’s grazing beforehand. Sure, the misses made a glorious Sweet ‘n Sour Chicken dinner from our new cook book. That, while a rarity in and of itself and certainly worth an honorable mention for her zeal in preparing such a tasty plate ‘o grub, paled in comparison to what unknowingly layed before me.

7 minutes later, it was done. Dinner passed without fanfare.

Nobody was around to say farewell. To say goodbye. To offer a shovel for a midnight burial.

Nada, zilch, null, nothing.. period!

To you my dear 4 wisdom teeth, I bid you a sweet Bon Voyage tomorrow morning when you’re ripped surgically from my unconcious skull…

… for tonight was your last meal.

J